Juliette's Point of View
I stood frozen in the doorway, Eleanor's words echoing in my skull.
But it wasn't the lie about a twin brother that shattered me. It was something far worse.
I looked at my stepmother, and something inside me snapped.
"You know," I said quietly, my voice steady despite the rage boiling inside me, "I've always wondered how Felix's medicine got poisoned that night."
Cordelia's face went pale.
"What are you talking about?" Her voice wavered slightly.
"I was just a child then. Too young to understand. Too naive to question." I stepped closer, watching her expression carefully. "But I'm not a child anymore."
"You're speaking nonsense." Cordelia tried to laugh, but it came out shaky. "The grief must have addled your mind."
"Has it? Then why do you look so fright
